Saad sometimes thinks he really was cursed. No really, he wasn't joking!

Because why else would he be stuck listening to his aunt rant on about literally anything??

Her voice was starting to sound like the noise their barely functioning washing machine makes....

Appearently some rich relative of her was coming back to Pakistan for a destination wedding in Hyderabad.

And to show off their money and horrible British accent, they had invited his whole family.

So now his dear aunt refuses to let Saad embarras her in front of them by speaking normal Urdu in his extremely normal Pakistani accent.

After all, are you really rich if you do not speak the most horrendous broken Urdu with a fake accent?

His aunt's thought process something makes him want to bang his head in the nearest wall.

Saad knows she thinks Maheer deserves a better and richer man.

Saad thinks so too.

Maheer deserves to enjoy a life full of comfort and luxury.

A life Saad wouldn't be able to provide.

His musings were again interrupted by his aunt's third warning about his job.

She wanted him lie about his average position in the hospital administration he worked at.

"But aunt, what if they figure it out? That'll be even more embarrassing!" Saad tried to reason with the stubborn status conscious woman in front of him.

"The only thing embarrassing would be my son in law working as a normal officer!" His aunt's voice rose an octave.

In Saad's opinion, her falling over herself to impress rich people was far more embarrassing.

But since he was raised to have some decorum, he did not say that out loud.

"Anyway, they are coming from UK just for this marriage. A destination wedding! They wouldn't check so many things," her haughty voice made his head throb.

If they wouldn't even care to check, then what was the point of lying?

"Fine, as you wish," Saad gave in as usual with a sigh.

Life was hard enough already without arguing with his aunt. He didn't want to add that to his list of ever-growing troubles.

He quickly excused himself to his room before his aunt could start another argument.

He wanted some peace and quite to sleep.

Well, he wanted to atleast because his bed was full of suitcases, clothes and jewellery.

Maheer was frantically packing everything she could get her hands on.

Hey, atleast she was distracted!

"It's a wedding, not a fashion show," he tried to lighten up the mood.

"It probably will be," Maheer sighed while looking at the growing pile of clothes.

"My mom's relative are way to snotty. I need one dress for every function. And appearently the guests are gonna tour the historical landmarks and view all the haweli in Hyderabad too."

"Wow, so free food and a free tour! Amazing!"

Maheer finally let out a giggle at his jokes. Even after she went back to packing, a small smile remained on her lips.

Guess she was excited about this trip after all.

He will agree to not only one but thousands of lies if it means seeing that smile on his Maheer's face.

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The trip, as usual, was going horribly because Saad was cursed.

He had to sit  next to his aunt for almost half of the ride because she refused to let her daughter sit next to him.

And now she had somehow conspired to make the would be groom sit next to him.

The very talkative, very bragging groom.

Saad was pretty sure aunt was still holding onto the hope that Maheer would eventually leave him for Areeb.

He shook his head out of the somber thought and diverted his mind to the landscape.

He had tried his best to listen to the groom but he just won't stop talking in his broken urdu.

Ghalib must be rolling in his grave now.

Either chose English or Urdu! Don't make a mash-up out of them !

Sadd was exhausted at this point.

So he just tuned the man out and focused on the city outside.

Hyderabad.

What a beautiful city!

The age old city had history written all over its crumbling visage. The majestic Hawelis whispered stories of generational wealth and the fueds that followed.

As their ride crossed one such glorious castle, Saad thought about the modern day royalty who were born fortunate enough to dwell inside its walls.

Saad could vaguely make out the name inscribed on the gates from his window seat.

Shahnewaz Haweli.

"Appearently the richest family of Hydrabad lives there - The Khans," the groom next to him whispered in awe.

Really? he definitely couldn't have guessed that from the size of that bloody castle!

"The richest, wow!" Saad tried to show enthusiasm but he bets he sounded about as enthusiastic as mourners in a funeral.

And just his luck! Even with his B grade acting, Hasan's eyes lit up and he continued in his "Biryani with fish and chips" accent.

Was this how divine punishment looked like???

"My grandfather was from Hyderabad, you know. He used to tell me stories of all the landlords of old Hyderabad. Stories about the Khans were always at the tip of his tongue. See, he used to work for them!" Saad could see the nostalgia hit the man as he talked.

Oh God, he was taking another 50 km marathon down the memory lane!

"Grandfather always made the fueds seem like some kind of action movie and the Khans were always the brave heroes."

A brave hero, huh? So not like Saad himself then.

"Shahnewaz was the name of the previous Khan. I think the current Lord is his son," Hasan went on with his informations.

His son, huh?

How nice it must be to just be born into all that money. How lucky must that boy be.

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Scratch what he said earlier.

Either the people of Hyderabad were extremely polite or just extremely rude.

There was no in between.

For some reason, people kept bowing down to him wherever he went!

They also kept staring at him with wide eyes and whispered behind his back.

What's worse was how they kept throwing the most scandalised look towards Maheer.

The hotel even staff kept calling her "Lady Meerab"!

When he clarified that his wife's name was not in fact some Lady Meerab, instead just plain Maheer, they looked at him even more weirdly.

One even asked him if she was actually his wife!!

Saad knows Maheer was way too pretty to be the wife of an average Joe like him but come on now, this was just plain rude!!

Some even looked at him with fear in their eyes as if he was some sort of big bad gun weilding lord!

People of Hyderabad were weird!

He wanted to leave as soon as possible.

This just can't get any worse.

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Well, it did get way worse!

Saad should just stop speaking at this point.

Because obviously Areeb had to follow them to Hydrabad.

And obviously he had to make a scene and obviously Saad had to push him.

And with Saad's luck, obviously Areeb had to hit his head on a wall and get a concussion.

And of course, Areeb's mothers had to call the police on him.

So now he was in a nasty old jail cell that somehow smelled like both rotten eggs and cheap perfume.

His father was begging the officer to let him go whilst the women were crying.

And just when Saad thought it will get worse, an inspector entered through the door and saw him behind the bars.

Saad bets if the man opened his eyes any wider, they would fall out of his sockets like ping pong balls.

Saad could see him visibly gulp and gather himself to make a mad dash towards his cell to open it.

What on earth was going on???

People of Hyderabad were weird!
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I'm sure somewhere out there people are giving Meerab sympathies and cursing Murtasim for having an affair so openly🤣🤣🤣